“Don’t cry.”

“Hmm.” I press my face to her chest, lose my hot tears on her skin.

“Dar. Undo my hands.”

“What? Are you okay?” I rear up quickly, alarmed. I thought we were cool.

“I’m fine. It’s not what you think.”

“Okay.” I hurriedly undo her arms, and with two rips of the Velcro she is free. She shakes them out.

“Why?”

“Because.” She lovingly touches my face and I bite my lip to stop the tears.

Oh. She holds me with both arms, close to her. Oh. She loves me. Maybe not the way I love her, but she cares about me.

I press my ear above her heartbeat, cherishing the steady tempo that keeps her alive. Love her. God. Love the fact that she is alive and breathing.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, and she wipes my tears away. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Do you want to stop?” I ask. Her hands move up and down my back and it feels amazing.

“I don’t. Do you?”

“No. I want inside of you.”

“Please,” she murmurs. God, I love her so ***** much.

“Spread for me,” I order.

She does, as far as she can. Oh my god, I’m not going to last. I push. Oh, I feel the resistance of it as it fills her tightness, the pressure right on my *****.

She cries out and tosses her head back. I get a sudden image of her with a man, wonder if she’s ever been with one. Now definitely isn’t the time to ask.

I move in all the way, then stay there. “What does it feel like?” I ask, honestly having no clue. I’ve never had anyone ***** me before.

“It’s weird. And good. And…I want you to come while you’re ***** me,” she shyly mumbles.

I wiggle just a bit, side to side, feeling the sensual drag of it. “Does it hurt?”

“God, no.”

“Really?”

She reaches up and pulls me down for a rough wet kiss. “Really.”

“Okay. I don’t want to ***** you too hard.”

“I want it hard. Please.”

I pull back, I can’t help but think that it’s violent when I push back into her, but the pressure on me feels amazing, one step of many toward release. She closes her eyes and makes a look an awful lot like pain that nearly makes me stop. She opens her eyes and sees it on my face. “More!”